50 Word Stories: Passing Through


Another town,

another day,

another view,

I never stay.

I hum the same song. The words chug out with the same repetition as the tracks, a beat only I appreciate. It’s no life, mum claimed, travelling without a destination. She never understood. No one does. Only the songwriter and me.

17 thoughts on “50 Word Stories: Passing Through

  1. Reblogged this on CRAZY LIFE and commented:
    I’m to lazy to write today. So I’m just reading you all.
    Don’t tell me this is not a great writer. I enjoy quite alot reading him, although some times I have to constantly use the dictionary to understand some of his really beautiful words I finally figured out after reading half of the dictionary.

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